continue so, unless ... BI-POLAR DISORDER
libelous A breeze, as every year, blowing through the corridors of the Faculty no matter what, pointing to a certain depth. you hear that, as a whimsical outside of reality, in the port and in clothing and footwear and even in the discordant note, however broadly austerity of the studies.
that the studies should lead to austerity or bad mood is everything to prove, as if you are motivated, you can also learn with a smile, as it is to prove that it's a good teacher to teach that goes with the tuxedo at the expense of another who dresses like ca .. fly like and how feels comfortable.
But what is worse is that you mark a lack of clarity in his lectures, labeled as a mixture of psicanalasi and psychiatry, "psychiatry and psychoanalysis included in a formal education ... "which end up confusing students who leave the classroom without understanding anything."
suggest these crows, to strive to have the courage of their actions are going to say, albeit that personally at that time Prof. unpleasant, confronting him.
For the rest, "the whimsical prof. Even in the hat that makes you laugh just to look at " lets you know that in this way will continue his meetings with students, which some call classes, because c 'is still the freedom of teaching, those who want to laugh and laugh at him too, even if it is more appropriate to cry on his meanness.
Unless the students in the classroom will not say that they prefer the traditional lesson, one that is celebrated as a Mass, in a tone of voice calm and peaceful, solemnly behind the chair, without gesture and without passion, because it will follow the matter better, we will continue that way. If someone wants to say his opinion, even critical, we will be as usual, welcome. That we criticize, as long as we write, we say.
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Influenza Muscle Pain
Rome-Turin, 31 October 2007 / night, come home. Playing the Piano
From the train I saw "the fields away, the curtains of trees, houses, nooks" to go fast, like splinters.
The noise was deafening at times became almost unbearable in my head already so confused.
But as the train ran, not even the speed and return to the city, among my things, in the midst of my "faces" to the faces of the people I love, could wipe out "those."
had passed a month, which was lived in the archives of the former asylum.
If it is true that "It quidem idem eris. Omnis dies, you mutatio omnis hora", this had never been so tangible to me. You had approximately my age when you wrote that nothing in the world I had yet passed through the spirit, so that in projecting x-rays to your presence in its constitutive structure.
I think for me it was just this experience.
It is terrible and sinister at the same time think that coincides with the unveiling of one of the lowest moments of aberration of history.
Perhaps it is because what I held in my hands does nothing but back that old, cold current that mixes common sense alienation from their victims and executioners, and that basically is the innermost core of human nature and authentic .
The expulsion of the weak, the other self are sadly always the most powerful in building the concrete core social dominance, which shall secure and proud.
Dear brother, nobody
not see me are so bored that I find the time to run away being healed perfectly, because here you have to be smart dear brother, because of a lack that committed by a colleague of mine made me feel 2 days and a half morning and night in bed bound with a straitjacket.
Joseph T., interned in the mental hospital of S. Maria della Pieta from 1894 to 1908 because "sexual invert."
Facts swallow. I can not live without seeing you. I do not know how I can feel, or know that you have made the search [...] nun who is calling you the young lady and that without raggione makes you do things that no man.
Letter from hospitalized Othello A.ad another hospitalized, November 6, 1932.
individuals suspected of schizophrenia, it requires the injection of malarioterapia by Anopheles mosquitoes.
Umberto P., hospitalized in 1935 in the mental hospital in Rome, then moved to Volterra.
There are many voices that echo in my ears from the inside, so many that overlap and that I will put to rest, ever. Entries from diaries, as you've taken, so I, like most people, since dall'affacciarsi adolescence, intimacy encompasses all those thoughts more real and more complicated communication between crumpled pages that fade along with memories.
These, however, are diaries of terror, someone has called them "crazy cards", what is certain is that they are more than just literary or historical documents. These are pages that cry, indeed, people shouting, screaming from a not so distant past, which fall into a mind not so different, that seems to have only changed the clothes tormentor.
Before Her Eyes, however, always the same image: that of a woman, interned young, beautiful and full of life, decay of each photo taken from a folder next to the last: little more than a skeleton sore.
And there seems to be answered, nor ransom for all these purposes as atrocious, as it is "the senselessness of evil perpetrated by man.
Perhaps the only posthumous tribute to a memory proper, to serve as a powerful tool to do this, and enlighten.
All the inmates mental hospitals, these few lines of a diary, in memoriam.
From the train I saw "the fields away, the curtains of trees, houses, nooks" to go fast, like splinters.
The noise was deafening at times became almost unbearable in my head already so confused.
But as the train ran, not even the speed and return to the city, among my things, in the midst of my "faces" to the faces of the people I love, could wipe out "those."
had passed a month, which was lived in the archives of the former asylum.
If it is true that "It quidem idem eris. Omnis dies, you mutatio omnis hora", this had never been so tangible to me. You had approximately my age when you wrote that nothing in the world I had yet passed through the spirit, so that in projecting x-rays to your presence in its constitutive structure.
I think for me it was just this experience.
It is terrible and sinister at the same time think that coincides with the unveiling of one of the lowest moments of aberration of history.
Perhaps it is because what I held in my hands does nothing but back that old, cold current that mixes common sense alienation from their victims and executioners, and that basically is the innermost core of human nature and authentic .
The expulsion of the weak, the other self are sadly always the most powerful in building the concrete core social dominance, which shall secure and proud.
Dear brother, nobody
not see me are so bored that I find the time to run away being healed perfectly, because here you have to be smart dear brother, because of a lack that committed by a colleague of mine made me feel 2 days and a half morning and night in bed bound with a straitjacket.
Joseph T., interned in the mental hospital of S. Maria della Pieta from 1894 to 1908 because "sexual invert."
Facts swallow. I can not live without seeing you. I do not know how I can feel, or know that you have made the search [...] nun who is calling you the young lady and that without raggione makes you do things that no man.
Letter from hospitalized Othello A.ad another hospitalized, November 6, 1932.
individuals suspected of schizophrenia, it requires the injection of malarioterapia by Anopheles mosquitoes.
Umberto P., hospitalized in 1935 in the mental hospital in Rome, then moved to Volterra.
There are many voices that echo in my ears from the inside, so many that overlap and that I will put to rest, ever. Entries from diaries, as you've taken, so I, like most people, since dall'affacciarsi adolescence, intimacy encompasses all those thoughts more real and more complicated communication between crumpled pages that fade along with memories.
These, however, are diaries of terror, someone has called them "crazy cards", what is certain is that they are more than just literary or historical documents. These are pages that cry, indeed, people shouting, screaming from a not so distant past, which fall into a mind not so different, that seems to have only changed the clothes tormentor.
Before Her Eyes, however, always the same image: that of a woman, interned young, beautiful and full of life, decay of each photo taken from a folder next to the last: little more than a skeleton sore.
And there seems to be answered, nor ransom for all these purposes as atrocious, as it is "the senselessness of evil perpetrated by man.
Perhaps the only posthumous tribute to a memory proper, to serve as a powerful tool to do this, and enlighten.
All the inmates mental hospitals, these few lines of a diary, in memoriam.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Prevention Of Trench Foot In Ww1
SAKAMOTO Europe - Welcome to Turin
November 2, 2009 at 21 - and s'abbrivida piovicchia outside but inside, the walls of the Teatro Regio in Turin dim the lights because you just one of its input and button presses that: Ryuichi Sakamoto, Playing the Piano in Europe 2009, which for a particularly auspicious carma has chosen my hometown for his Italian stage. A concert
"extraordinary" because it is outside the program and as "extra-ordinary" for his protagonist.
left to the experts and music critics comment on any notes and chords, I prefer to speak about what this "child" in Japanese man knows how to move .
A man and two-up mirror, a cause and effect of more magic, a doubling of the soul, an invitation for everyone to sit ideally on the empty stool in front of the teacher. To mean that its notes are for all and all.
to implement the suggestion of his music, almost exclusively colors, lines and circles and then then the all or nothing, in a succession variegatamente-paced slowly so angry-but always inevitable as they are at the bottom of the human vicissitudes, chasing around a vortex of passions, daily death and rebirth, which in the end, however, appear to converge at the same point.
Sometimes a word has fallen between the notes, but I remain convinced that the most complete and profound glimpse of the miracle that was made last night was that enjoyed with eyes closed, slightly sunken into the chair (even better would be a cot ), since each element is too much when you find it is perfect so tangible.
His music is a 'fluid invasion "shot straight to punch one hundred layers of skin, a vice that leads to where you want to grab close and where you want, you can wrap that covered the hole up inside you right at the back but also a catapult you shoot so high, around between the planets further away from near misses, it seems inconceivable that we go down-and neither would you.
It was a journey sometimes soft sometimes uncomfortable in and out of my person, and I almost exhausting emotions provoked by this repeated pressure dictated centripetal rummaging among those parts of me to forget that so seldom flip through them often and then suddenly spin to everything that I tend or aim: things, places, people, dreams, mirages.
The charm was endless, not commensurate, far transcending the 'hic et nunc , and put the audience in front of the music, caught in its pure essence. Thanks
Ryuichi.
Ps Since by my comments do not extend beyond an eye ever to the public, carry the "happy release" a couple of turkey tucked into expensive evening gowns as he watched two boys dressed as "vulgar" that took place in the hall: "Well, basically it's nice that there is also these people." I wonder if their brains minutes from birds enabled them to experience one-tenth of the emotions described above. It is probable, however, Sakamoto move because even the turkeys.
November 2, 2009 at 21 - and s'abbrivida piovicchia outside but inside, the walls of the Teatro Regio in Turin dim the lights because you just one of its input and button presses that: Ryuichi Sakamoto, Playing the Piano in Europe 2009, which for a particularly auspicious carma has chosen my hometown for his Italian stage. A concert
"extraordinary" because it is outside the program and as "extra-ordinary" for his protagonist.
left to the experts and music critics comment on any notes and chords, I prefer to speak about what this "child" in Japanese man knows how to move .
A man and two-up mirror, a cause and effect of more magic, a doubling of the soul, an invitation for everyone to sit ideally on the empty stool in front of the teacher. To mean that its notes are for all and all.
to implement the suggestion of his music, almost exclusively colors, lines and circles and then then the all or nothing, in a succession variegatamente-paced slowly so angry-but always inevitable as they are at the bottom of the human vicissitudes, chasing around a vortex of passions, daily death and rebirth, which in the end, however, appear to converge at the same point.
Sometimes a word has fallen between the notes, but I remain convinced that the most complete and profound glimpse of the miracle that was made last night was that enjoyed with eyes closed, slightly sunken into the chair (even better would be a cot ), since each element is too much when you find it is perfect so tangible.
His music is a 'fluid invasion "shot straight to punch one hundred layers of skin, a vice that leads to where you want to grab close and where you want, you can wrap that covered the hole up inside you right at the back but also a catapult you shoot so high, around between the planets further away from near misses, it seems inconceivable that we go down-and neither would you.
It was a journey sometimes soft sometimes uncomfortable in and out of my person, and I almost exhausting emotions provoked by this repeated pressure dictated centripetal rummaging among those parts of me to forget that so seldom flip through them often and then suddenly spin to everything that I tend or aim: things, places, people, dreams, mirages.
The charm was endless, not commensurate, far transcending the 'hic et nunc , and put the audience in front of the music, caught in its pure essence. Thanks
Ryuichi.
Ps Since by my comments do not extend beyond an eye ever to the public, carry the "happy release" a couple of turkey tucked into expensive evening gowns as he watched two boys dressed as "vulgar" that took place in the hall: "Well, basically it's nice that there is also these people." I wonder if their brains minutes from birds enabled them to experience one-tenth of the emotions described above. It is probable, however, Sakamoto move because even the turkeys.
Monday, November 2, 2009
Network Camera Sony Snc-p1
O manic - depressive paranoid disorder
in the subject alternate two phases of mood: a phase of depression and a feeling of euphoria.
by Dr. G. Barone
in the subject alternate two phases of mood: a phase of depression and a feeling of euphoria.
- depressive phase: talemnte the mood is negative and sad to bring a sense of anxiety (the concept of nothingness and death). All is dark in the eyes of the subject, there is despair. The subject experiences the sad event with great suffering that leads him to feel a great sense of fatigue, hypersomnia or insomnia, catatonia (immobility), increase or reduction of appetite, poor concentration, verbal communication slows down, is confusing and not very lucid, the subject has little memory, is discouraged, pessimistic, with little (or lose) self-esteem, cries easily.
- manic phase: everything becomes important and urgent to do, even if briefly. This phase can lead to long term to a sense of anguish. Happiness turns to euphoria. The subject experiences moments of total optimism, speeds up the actions, gestures, thoughts and words. The subject is extremely irritable and can present state of delirium and hallucinations. E 'distracted by the details, underestimate the dangers.
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